Bab 128: Clash of Swords: M

M: Violence, Murder, Blood, etc.

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"You all are no match against the Flock," The Cloak taunted. 

Xun Zichen didn't expect him to betray them. But, it made sense. Ever since Yu Haoran mentioned he was a Wang—blood-related to Han Ru—there was no doubt that they would conspire together, even though Han Ru left the Wang's to fend for themselves.

Han Ru wanted Song Luli, and the Cloak wanted the Flock. The Cloak must have delayed the response from the Dragons because he didn't spread the word of Long Jie's ascension. That's why no one might come. It may be too late for any of them to come, but they wouldn't go without a fight. 

Both Xun Zichen and Long Jie gripped the hilt of their swords firmly. To them, there was so much they had to fight for and to protect. 

The sky darkened, and the post lights lit up like a stadium.

"Give up," The Cloak said darkly. "And I promise painless, quick deaths for each of you."